Food and lust were fundamental aspects of human nature.
They were primal urges that, no matter how much one tried to deny or reject, could not be suppressed completely.
Once they erupted, these biological truths would eventually demand acknowledgment.
The same was true for Inko Midoriya, whose dormant desires of decades had been violently awakened by Herman, making her suffer with increasingly depraved thoughts lately.
Afflicted by hypnotic suggestions planted deep in her subconscious, she found herself constantly fantasizing about Herman, the young stud barely older than her own son, with his chiseled jaw and those piercing eyes that seemed to strip away all her defenses.
'Inko, what's happening to you? You're turning into some kind of depraved slut. You need to control yourself before it's too late.'
Even though she rationally knew her experience with Herman had been just a dream when he first appeared at her home, her memories of that day refused to fade.
Instead, they burned brighter each day, becoming more vivid and intoxicating than the last.
Unable to control her thoughts, Inko would shamelessly replay images of Herman's thick cock thrusting into her pussy and his cum filling her completely.
The mental image alone would send shivers down her spine.
How could she entertain such filthy thoughts about a boy her son's age?
'Oh god! I'm still a married woman and Izuku's mother! This isn't right. If anyone found out... I couldn't face anyone in this neighborhood again!'
No one could ever discover her secret, or she'd have to consider moving, perhaps even to another prefecture entirely.
But no matter how hard she fought against them, her thoughts would inevitably drift back to that day, back to Herman and the way he had made her feel.
'That day after he left... my panties were soaked with my juices. And I... I touched myself with them still on, rubbing my clit through the wet fabric, thinking of him. What was I thinking? Oh my god, I can't dwell on this anymore. This secret must stay buried, even if it kills me.'
Inko felt her sanity slipping away like sand through her fingers.
'No... no... I'm losing my mind... I have to stop this... It can't continue like this... Don't let yourself break...'
Despite her daily self-reflection though, she dressed more carefully each morning, as if subconsciously preparing for Herman's unexpected appearance.
She began applying delicate makeup and switched to stockings with form-fitting skirts that hugged her generous curves and plump ass.
At night, she would masturbate herself to thoughts of Herman fucking her, but though excitement built within her when she thought about him, she never quite reached a climax, leaving her frustrated and all the more desperate.
Her anxiety grew so overwhelming that she even questioned her son, Izuku, about Herman's whereabouts and shamelessly followed him in the morning, hoping for a glimpse of Herman. All to no avail.
Each night, alone in her room, she desperately yearned to be fucked by Herman in real life, to feel his cum filling her pussyhole, to experience the ecstasy she could only dream of.
But after hours of restless tossing and turning, when she greeted each new day, she would be consumed by guilt so heavy she couldn't even meet her own son's eyes.
Of course, her change didn't go unnoticed.
Her charm drew both admiration and jealousy from neighbors and friends alike.
And none watched her more intently than Mitsuki Bakugo, Inko's best friend and Katsuki Bakugo's explosive MILF of a mother.
When Mitsuki first witnessed Inko's transformation, her worldview was completely shattered, and she thought she was dreaming.
But after recovering from the shock, she was filled with longing for such a transformation herself and wanted to know Inko's secret, but Inko's shy refusal only heightened Mitsuki's suspicions.
Moreover, the temptation of such a dramatic age-defying transformation that was every woman's dream in a society obsessed with youth and vigor was too powerful.
It eventually made even Mitsuki abandon her usual boundaries and begin monitoring Inko's activities, following her at a distance and keeping detailed notes of her routines.
"You're not hiding anything from me, Inko," Mitsuki muttered to herself one afternoon, adjusting her sunglasses as she watched her friend from behind a magazine at a café.
"Whatever, or whoever is responsible for this glow-up... I'm going to find out."
Despite her surveillance efforts, though, Mitsuki found nothing concrete, only Inko's daily routine of beautifying herself, as if preparing for someone special.
This discovery triggered Mitsuki's womanly intuition, telling her that a big secret was hidden behind all of this.
The mystery only fueled her determination. Though she knew meddling in a friend's private life crossed boundaries, the allure of Inko's visible transformation, making her look years younger, was too tempting.
Mitsuki rationalized her behavior as genuine concern for Inko's well-being, convincing herself that she was merely checking if her friend had gotten involved with something... or someone... dangerous.
With that justification complete, Mitsuki steeled her resolve.
And the breaking point came when she could no longer take it and wanted to confront her friend seriously, and she saw a tall, handsome young man approach Inko's doorstep.
What happened next confirmed Mitsuki's suspicions. When Inko opened the door and recognized the visitor, her face lit up with such radiance that she looked like a schoolgirl meeting her first love.
It was unmistakable.
Completely baffled, Mitsuki hid herself behind a nearby wall, determined to witness what would unfold.
What Mitsuki couldn't know was that Herman had deliberately chosen this day for his visit. He'd noticed her watching Inko through the surveillance cameras he used to monitor the Midoriya household.
Originally, Herman had planned to wait several days before returning to Inko, but this unexpected development sparked his curiosity. He decided to investigate immediately, particularly intrigued by Mitsuki's suspicious behavior and the way she hesitated near the gate, clearly wanting to approach yet holding back.
So he rushed to Inko's place.
When the gate opened and Inko came out, glowing with an otherworldly radiance and dressed to perfection, Herman's mind quickly connected the dots.
Nevertheless, he didn't expose the MILF hiding behind the wall. Instead, because she was within a 10-meter radius of him, he activated his Hypnosis skill and implanted several mental commands and suggestions deep within her subconscious.
'Hide well, be more curious... Follow later, and secretly enter the house... Do not leave no matter what you see... You will feel sleepy once you see what's going on inside Inko's bedroom... And when you feel sleepy, your pussy will get wetter and wetter…'
After completing this, he smiled inwardly with satisfaction, already imagining the show he was about to orchestrate.
'Hehe, looks like this is going to be interesting.'
But it was then that he was brought back to reality as Inko, seeing him, almost threw herself into his arms, stopping only at the last moment and turning the hug into a desperate shoulder grab, as if physically pulling him into her home.
Realizing what she had done on impulse, Inko's ears turned bright red, and she quickly tried to remedy the situation, though her eyes remained locked on his crotch.
"H-Herman... Where have you been for... so long?"
"Sorry for not being in contact, Auntie. I was actually quite busy these days and had no time to even leave the house." Herman leaned closer, and his voice turned into a whisper that only Inko could hear. "Oh, I came today because I have something to discuss about Izuku."
Nonetheless, this was enough to trigger the Hypnosis commands he had given her the last time he met her. As soon as she heard "I have something to discuss about Izuku" from Herman's mouth, she immediately invited him in.
"Ah, why are you standing outside? Come, come on in." She practically dragged him inside.
"Then please forgive my intrusion."
Walking inside, Herman deliberately didn't lock the door, leaving it slightly ajar for their hidden audience.
Following Inko inside, who was dressed exceptionally beautifully in a tight white shirt and a knee-length pencil skirt that hugged every curve of her ass, with her straight, slender legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, Herman couldn't help but stare at the beautiful MILF's skirt, wanting to see through the skirt to examine her beautiful buttocks.
Unaware of Herman's depraved thoughts, Inko directly led him into her bedroom, where he snapped his fingers, immediately triggering the second command in her head and sending her into a deep trance.
Once she was in a trance state, she immediately started undressing herself.
Soon she was standing only in her underwear, which was a sexy black lace lingerie set that barely contained her generous breasts and left little to the imagination.
Her nipples were already hard and visible through the fabric.
"Good."
Seeing that the MILF was wearing such a thing for him, and the hypnosis hadn't broken even until now, Herman was in an exceptionally happy mood.
And his mood became even better when he sensed some movements outside, followed by the closing of the gate and some silent, light tiptoe footsteps of a woman who once again came within a 10-meter radius of him.
'Now, should I begin the show for our new guest, hehe?'
Herman chuckled inwardly, already unbuckling his belt as he prepared to give both MILFs a performance they would never forget.